Step out the front door like a ghost into the fog where no one notices the contrast of white on white. And in between the moon and you the angels get a better view of the crumbling difference between wrong and right. I walk in the air between the rain through myself and back again. Where? I don't know.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 687 | 2017-10-06 00:48:26 | 83.72 | 97% |
| 216 | 2017-09-14 16:52:30 | 76.65 | 97% |
| 146 | 2015-05-09 21:14:34 | 67.10 | 90% |